Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Gong,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.